I have this friend who I talk to every single business day. I suppose you could say that the majority of what we discuss may seem unimportant, but some days that seems to be what makes the chatter so vital. I will let Mary tell you where she was today (via her facebook status from last night):
bag is packed, my house is clean, groceries are stocked. You've made me
happy, you've made me sad, and now I'm done with you. My uterus and
all her crazy fibroid friends are getting evicted tomorrow.
For some crazy reason, having her surgery written on my calendar kept making me think I was busy today, so I made no plans. She knows this is me in a fairly bad place, but she was not available to guide me out, and so I spent a good portion of the day feeling untethered. I did have plenty of time in between shuffling papers on the kitchen counter and facebook messaging with Misty (thanks for keeping me sane with the emoticon tutorial) to reflect on some fine friendship moments to keep me smiling until that "drinking my ice water and feeling snoozy" message came through.
Not sure if anyone has been reading here long enough to remember when Mary first burst onto the blog with her knee scooter back in March of 2010? I have all of these other tales to tell, but am pretty sure that they are the "you had to be there" sort of things. Regardless, this is one of my favorites...
About five years ago Mary was taking a double batch of Chex mix out of the oven when the pan flipped sideways so that the top oven door was the only thing holding all of the cereal in the hot pan. We just sort of looked at each other as we realized there was no way to rescue the entire contents. It was kind of surprising just how much landed in the oven and on the floor. We debated for a bit about when the last time the floor had been swept and then did what any two rational adults would do; we sat down and started eating...
Happy healing dear friend! I promise I will do my best to actually sit still in your house while you recover, except for when I am protecting you from any dust bunnies...even if you are still telling me in September that you can't vacuum yet. Oh, and I will bring snacks!
Please share and celebrate a fun friend memory!